After burying his father, Rene, with a heavy heart, began to sort things out. He arranged in the office of the provost the inheritance, which included a new house on the rue Saint-Paul and his father's glove business. René decided to leave the manufacture of gloves to the apprentices, and he himself looked forward to September, the date when Captain Dupe would accept him into the ordinance company. After the death of his father, Rene felt terribly lonely. Trying to forget himself, he spent whole days embroidering gloves made by apprentices, but the work did not bring him peace. Rene was depressed that he could not save his father, he felt responsible for the death of Claude. The only thing that was a little comforting was that in the stampede and horror that gripped the crowd, he was not afraid, did not panic and did not run when his father needed help, on the contrary, he tried to break through to him and save him. Remembering the dangerous situations that arose in his life, Rene was

Two weeks later, when René was leaving the barracks, a ragged boy ran up to him and handed him a note. Unfolding it, Rene read with surprise: “Would it be nice for the beautiful Monsieur Legrand to visit the White Rooster tonight?” His heart was beating with joy, he looked at the boy and nodded. The boy immediately ran away. Rene went to the rue Saint-Nicolas, where there was a tavern.Approaching the "White Rooster", he saw the carriage and the same coachman sitting on the box. Noticing Rene, he descended to the ground, bowed low and said:- The lady is waiting for you, sir.- What is your name? Rene asked.The coachman bowed again.- Xavier, sir.Rene nodded and went up the already familiar back stairs to the second floor. Once in a narrow corridor, he saw several doors, one of them was ajar. He pushed her and ended up in the same room as two weeks ago. Madeleine lay on the bed, her eyes glittering mysteriously in the candlelight. Rene looked at her and felt that he was losing his h

Gold pressed his lips and sighed heavily. He seemed to be gathering his strength before telling something very important to him.“It happened,” he began, clearing his throat, “at the end of July 1524. The summer was hot and dry, sometimes in one or the other end of the city wooden houses caught fire. I remember walking home after a workshop meeting. Turning down a small street, I suddenly heard screams and smelled smoke. I quickened my pace and soon reached the house, enveloped in the flames of a fire. People were rushing around with buckets, there was noise and bustle. But there was little benefit from this, the house burned so badly that there was no way to put it out. Some daredevils rushed inside the house, but immediately ran out, choking and coughing.Moving to the other side of the street, I looked up and saw with horror that a girl of five years old was standing on a small balcony of a burning house. Fear froze on her face, she did not cry, did not call for help, she simply lo

François went to Montferrand, where Anna de La Tour lived. As we moved east, there were fewer and fewer villages on the way, and on the third evening after leaving Limoges, Francois could not find a single settlement where one could stop for the night. After spending the night in the field and eating the remnants of cheese, which he was provided with in the last village he passed, he continued on his way.By evening, a forest appeared ahead, huge and dark. The road went straight through it. Before reaching the forest, exhausted and hungry, François settled down for the night. For the whole day he did not meet a single village. “What should I do now?” he thought. “The forest, apparently, is rather big, it may take several days to go through it, but there are probably no villages there. What will I eat? And where will I sleep?”With these gloomy thoughts, he imperceptibly fell asleep, and in the morning, hungry and chilled, he cautiously moved towards the forest.He was walking down the

As soon as dawn broke, François pushed Blanca aside, and they set off in the direction of the Dauphine. It was dark in the forest, and they walked carefully, carefully looking around.Very soon both felt that they were hungry. François was alarmed: it was not the first time for him, he would be patient, but what would it be like for his sister not to eat for a day?"Let's look for a clearing," he suggested. - If we're lucky, we can find berries.- Nonsense, - Blanca waved her hand. - The forest is full of sweet roots. Look, this is a cinquefoil, and there is a parsnip. He has pretty tasty tubers.- How do you know all this?“I’m a country girl,” the girl answered innocently. - We all know this. Give me the knife.She sat down in front of a small bush with pale yellow flowers and began to dig it out of the ground with a knife. Her brother stood by and watched her in surprise.Suddenly, a gray carcass flashed through the air, and a huge wolf landed on François's shoulders, instantly kno